Chapter 59

“What now?” Sabrina asked.

“You still want my suggestions?” Gemma asked, surprised.

“It’s hot not being in control,” Sabrina said. “And fuck, you talking about what John is doing to me? That is toe-curling.”

“I’m good with it if she is,” you said.

“Let’s go back to doggy,” Gemma said. “But this time, face down on the floor and your ass up in the air.”

Sabrina grinned and slid down from you, rolling into position. “Like this?”

“Peel those cheeks open,” Gemma ordered, and Sabrina obliged, showing off her flushed and wet pussy and puckered little asshole. “Look at her,” Gemma said quietly. “Just offering you her most private parts. Her intimate bits. But for you they don’t need nice names like that, because she’s given them to you. Isn’t that right, Sabrina? For John they are just your fuckholes.”

“Yes,” Sabrina said, getting back into it. “My fuckholes.”

You positioned yourself behind Sabrina and nudged your cock back between her pussy lips. “Is that right? These are my holes to fuck as I want?”

“Yesss, they are,” Sabrina hissed as you nudged your cock against her clit.

“Any time I want?” you asked.

She nodded and tried to push her ass back to gain penetration, but you dodged her, keeping just skin to skin.

“What about in the office?” you asked. “The rules say no.”

“We should definitely follow the rules,” Sabrina sighed. “But if you order me to, I’ll break them.”

Gemma fake gasped as if she was shocked. “Sabrina, are you really that much of a whore that you would fuck John in the office, where anyone could walk in and see you?”

You could hear Sabrina’s smirk even though you couldn’t see it. “Whores, escorts and prostitutes fuck for money. I’m John’s slut. His three-hole, any day, any time slut.”

Hearing her say that sent shivers down your spine. Was it real? Or was this the game? Making the sex steamier?

“That’s a pretty big claim, especially considering he’s going to have a girlfriend,” Gemma said. “What if he ordered you to give him a blowjob right under the conference room table?”

“I’d do it,” Sabrina said. You were poking into her pussy now, just nudging in and slipping out, not even putting in the head the whole way.

“What if he ordered you to eat me out?” Gemma asked.

“I’d lick you so hard you’d come all over my face, and then I’d take a picture for him,” Sabrina said.

“You’re a horny little bitch,” Gemma said.

“Yes I am,” Sabrina agreed. “Now can I please have that cock again, Daddy?”

This time you knew she’d said it on purpose, and you rewarded/punished her by giving her a double-spank on both cheeks, then thrust inside of her.

“Bounce back on me,” you ordered, and she did.

“Look at that slut,” Gemma said. She was standing right behind you, watching as Sabrina slammed her hips back and you stayed still. You leaned your head back and rested it against Gemma’s abdomen, right below her tits, and she hugged you lightly around the chest.

Soon you wanted a change of position, so you took charge and pulled out of Sabrina. “Come on,” you said, lifting her to standing. She followed eagerly, and you took her to her little kitchen table and bent her over it so she was pressed flat against the top. She reached across, extending her body to grab the opposite side of the table, while you penetrated her again and then lifted one of her legs up onto the table as well so that she was only braced on the floor by one foot. This gave you a lot of depth to your thrusting, and soon the two of you were back up to pace, thrusting hard at each other as your balls tapped against her clit.

Gemma took a chair and sat across from you, looking Sabrina in the eye as she brought her heels up on the edge of her chair, spreading her legs as she cupped her pussy again, teasing you. “Sabrina, you’re so beautiful,” Gemma muttered. “Fuck, and the expression you make when he’s fucking you...”